Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
The Martian,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.